Dean Winchester Imagines
((Open rp, be Dean. Her name is Roxanne. Romance)) I kept trying to help Dean. He was slaving away in the kitchen, but he wouldn't let me help. "Dean!" I exclaim, trying to push past him. He laughs and picks me up with ease, setting me back at the table he had decorated with roses and candles. Me, the most oblivious person on earth, didn't notice that he wanted this to be a date.
I finally got to her. She was surrounded. I immediately pulled her behind me, "Stay away from her!" I roared. My voice almost wasn't me. They all backed off and I turned around to see that she was gone. My heart sank. I ran outside to try and find her. When I did she was curled in a ball behind the impala. I crouched behind her, "Y/N?" I said gently tapping her shoulder, "Dean," she wrapped her arms around me and knocked me on the ground, "I'm sorry..." I held her tight, surprised.